The Game - God Forgive Us lyrics

[Intro: Master P] God forgive us for cause we do not know what we do We only do what we see The Gift, all my real n***as out there No Limit forever, man I told you it ain't over, I made these n***as I'm back to get what's mine This my life ughh This my life, n***a No Limit forever Boss of all bosses Godfather of this sh**, n***a [Verse 1: Master P] A little skinny n***a, call me underdog Hangin' with my partners, parkin' our expensive cars It's funny how the rock will change a n***a's life Went to sleeping on floors to mansions f**in' overnight Took grandma to the church, had to pay my tithes A hundred Gs to the preacher, should've seen his eyes My auntie cry every time when she sees me strapped But these n***as will k** you, life is just one trap Keep my pistol co*ked homie, I don't f** with cowards Took my b**h out the hood, here's a million dollars Put my trust in god, and I love haters Cause every time they talk, n***a I get paper Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends Peter told Jesus he love him, then he did him in [?] called this sh** last year, man this sh** funny Real n***as will turn b**h over a little money I thank God for my partner, my n***a Joey Cause when I was hurtin', he ain't talk sh** He said kitchen dro' it [Hook: Nipsey Hussle] Yeah, let's make a toast to this real sh** And all the bullsh** we had to deal with Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich Rollin' up swishas to this real sh** Still prayin' for the patience not to k** sh** Started off with crumbs we had to build bricks It's no limit to this real sh** [Verse 2: Game] It's the untouchable, grew up on the Huxtable So it's nothing for me to kick in the door and f** with you Tie you and your b**h up, then hop in the truck with you You die on your way to the trap, the knife stuck in you This next bar for Rihanna, I'm f**in' you Gangsta, hit it doggystle with Chris Brown bumpin' too Love b**hes, smoke weed, cut pies, sold dope Drove 'raris, parked Masi's crooked on Appalachian slopes Ey yo P they ain't seen a cold n***a like this, B These are the memoirs of the gold rope Hollywood never, them the white boys I sold coke Crazy motherf**er, my conscious stream Four Loko Ice-T in them bricks, I been f**in' with CoCo 11 years old, I had a triple beam, before I had a G.I. Joe Birds by the boatload, that b**h-life in a chokehold It's hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Ocho Yeah, ain't no limit to this real sh** Mastering them Ps since 12, it's time to k** sh** [Hook] [Outro: Master P] Uh huh Keep the credits rollin' n***a This my movie, I'm the director I told y'all n***as Y'all have woke up the motherf**in' sleeping giant